Passion (short story)

Passion

There she stands in front of me, my new playmate, naked as the day she was born.  She’s not sure what I am going to do but trust is the nature of our game.

“Present,” I request of her.

She complies, standing legs shoulder width apart, hands behind her head, head held up proud.

I walk around her naked body, taking in every delight of this statuesque stance. She is not used to being under my control, but this is vastly different from our usual ‘friendship’ space that we share. Only recently discovering that we had mutual feelings for each other, as well as these bodily delights. My inner Demon was edging up, ready to prowl.

I walk around her a few more times, sensing her anticipation. She has heard me talk about inspection, but this is her first encounter thereof. I run a finger down her spine, her flesh responds, its covered in goose flesh.  Standing behind her my hands on her shoulder blades, moving around I cup her ample breasts. Her nipples react immediately, becoming hard against my palms. 

She gasps against her will.

Taking her erect nipples between my thumbs and forefingers I apply pressure squeezing down slightly.  I remove my hands and continue to circle her. Gently touching here and there, feeling the electric bolts where our skin touches. I stand in front of her gazing at her, feeling nothing but love. I run my hands from her uplifted elbows down, past her hairless underarms. I smile to myself, she remembered my instructions to shave. Moving lower I reach her waist, I bend at my knees to keep my hands and eyes at more or less the same level. Crouched down in front of her I bring my hands to her lower lips and gently spread them apart, inspecting for any stray hairs, to my delight I find none.

“Relax” I whisper in her ear, immediately she drops her arms behind her back and lowers her head.

I grab a length of red dyed rope and let it drape across her body, letting her feel the sensation of the fibers. Slowly I pull the one end pulling it off her body and preparing it for the rope bondage I’m about to administer to her.  I loop the rope around her neck knot it down the front of her body. Working slow and meticulously sending her into another dimension.

I pull the rope between her legs and copy the knot work up her back, matching the front.  Lifting her arms to shoulder height, I begin to chris- cross the remainder of the rope across her body licking or nipping her every here and there. Once the Karada is steadily in place, I run my hands over my handy-work feeling the texture of the rope against the softness of her skin.

I take an exposed nipple in my mouth and suck on it, my hand reaches between her spread legs and touches her already wet sex.  I insert a finger between her lips and into her wetness, extracting it I place my finger at her mouth and instruct her to open.

She opens her mouth and sucks her juices from my finger.

I guide her toward the wall and instruct her to spread her legs wide apart. She complies.  I kneel down and can feel my own arousal growing. A drop of her wetness trickles down the inside of her leg, I lap it up with the tip of my tongue, tracing its path back to where it came from.

The rope tie has opened her sex up for my pleasure, I insert my tongue into her pussy, tasting her lust. My tongue rings rug against her clit teasing her senses.

Standing up I take the blindfold and cover her eyes. I remove my clothing and stand in front of her. I take her hand and kiss her finger tips, I lead it down my throat and over my hardened nipple. She can feel the cold metal of my nipple rings against the softness of her palm. I steer her hand further yet, to the hardness of my pelvic bone. Standing close to her, my bare breasts against hers, I maneuver her finger tips to my throbbing clit and rub them against my wet slit. Removing her hand, I place her fingers in my mouth and suck my juices from them greedily.  With my lips against hers, I kiss her, our tongues dancing with sexual delight.

Moving away once again, I grab my favorite strap-on toy. Climbing into it, the smaller dildo sits snugly into me, while the larger, longer one, stands proudly forward.  Positioning it with care, I rub it against her engorged clit, making it wet with her own juices. Once I feel its wet enough I thrust it deep within her.

She groans in ecstasy. I turn the dial increasing the vibration. She is close to cuming. Kneading her breast I pinch her nipple, she screams as she cums.

On my knees once again, I lap up every drop of climatic release. My own orgasm is nearing with every lick.

I bring a nearby chair and bend her over it. Thrusting once more, I ride her hard. My fingers tweak her clit. The thumb of my other hand strategically massaging her butt. Her panting and groaning drive me wild, with a final thrust we unite in sexual culmination.